Review: One Life Stand

I’ve always said that living in the 21st century, the era of technological overtake, is like moving to another dimension where information bombards us from all possible directions with the speed of light and the changes occur so rapidly, virtually next to us, without our consent. Sometimes I feel exhausted, dreaming about a quiet life in a wooden hut somewhere in the middle of nowhere with just me, my family and the dog. Then I get three new notifications…

KITTEN DRESSED AS A FROG

KITTEN DRESSED AS PRINCESS LEIA

KITTEN RECREATING THE NIRVANA NEVERMIND COVER ART

One Life Stand, the newest production from Middle Child theatre, written by Eve Nicol with music by James Frewer Honeyblood and directed by Paul Smith, presents the ‘perfectly’ shaped produce of social media, the Generation Z. They were born in the mid of 90’s and early 2000’s and never remember the world before a smart phone was invented. Gen Zers constantly crave hyper-experience, hyper-connections, hyper-everything in this unstable society, where world became smaller and the global events stalk you through the window. Although their status always says ONLINE and they have hundreds of ‘friends’ on Facebook, they suffer from eternal, lancinating feeling of loneliness.

KITTEN IN A BOX

Kit and Kat. Kit-Kat. Perfect match. Have a break.

Kat is an intelligent, ambitious, hard working woman, who absolutely hates her job and the fake assholes she works with. Her plans for the future, mainly based on unrealistic social expectations, are just an outcome of her imagination. It’s a future with Kit but without him. Or let’s just say with the Kit she wanted him to be. Not the Kit he is.

The whole relationship with Kit seems to be a mistake from the beginning, but there was something that pulled them together. “[They] were never supposed to last as long as [they] did. Followed [her] home one night and never left.” Kit seems to be a leech, an unwanted parasite, a braket fungus, feeding on her energy. However, he still gives her that satisfactory minimum called cosiness, care, consideration and sweetness. That’s why she comes back and meows at the door, waiting for him to open.  

Kit admires Kat, however feels like he’s living in her shadow. He’s not worth her, never good enough. He knows it, but prefers to pretend that this is what they both want. He doesn’t want to let her go, she is there when he needs a tenner to renew Netflix,… [as] the new season of ‘house of Cards’ is on.

They’re both alike, a Kit-Kat but each waffle seems to taste different. But does different mean not compatible?

UNICORN KITTEN

Momo is a pure creation of the new generation, a new era kid, an artificial and silver-plastic creature whose hand turned into a mobile phone. HASHTAGGIRLSOFINSTA and HASHTAGWOKEUPLIKETHIS girl. All that matters is her social image, posed, filtered, ‘real me’ (haha). Momo is an attention drawer, ‘likes’ craver. She believes that a number of thumbs up determine her value. However, she is extremely lonely. Emotionally neglected by her mum, unable to create real, flesh and bone relationships, is completely lost in this world and can’t take any negativity or criticism, as the world online is always perfect.

MARSHMELLOW KITTEN

Although, at first I was a bit confused and maybe annoyed, that I couldn’t catch these quickly exclaimed or sang HASHTAGTHIS and HASHTAGTHAT, I realise the intelligence hidden behind this device. As Kat couldn’t focus on what’s the most important, being continually hit by meaningless posts and adverts and tempted by superficial Moustache Cunt. Shallow everything – shallow thoughts, shallow relationships, shallow life. We lie to our reflection in the mirror that this is what we want as long as it looks good. We don’t stop to think or digest information. However, we all crave to be loved, to come home, change into something comfy and just meow to the person who knows us the best.

SIX KITTENS BUNDLED UP ON TOP OF ONE ANOTHER IN A MASS OF FUR AND PAWS AND WHISKERS

Eve Nicol created a hybrid play – mixture of a medieval morality play with a Greek tragedy telling a story of modern times. Universal names allowing the audience to identify themselves with characters topped up with the traditional three unities, make this production very intense, emotionally exhausting, endlessly creating new thought tracks and feelings. Middle Child once again created a fantastic piece, great gig performance presented in spaces people feel most comfortable. The beautiful compositions by James Frewer and Honeyblood complemented the storyline. Modern electric with a sacral tune to it. Like HASHTAGLIFE is a new religion, praised by the new generation.

One Life Stand made me think. A lot. I have to admit it took me days to ‘come back to myself’. Within five minutes of the play I felt like Roberta Flack in ‘Killing me soflty’, stripped, exposed, vulnerable. My head was spinning, overloaded with junk information, filtered images, fake Facebook reality, I desire this but I don’t. I crave freedom, a quick fix, random sex as it brings temporary excitement, but it the same time I want understanding, cuddles and that safe spot I’ve known for a decade.

Some people may argue with me that art doesn’t affect people’s lives. I agree to some extent. Only good art does. 

I woke up the following morning, ditched the guy I was dating, lit the cigarette and started thinking about… my husband.

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